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The Body Heat Meme



Post with your character! They're now stuck in a very cold place of your choice. It can be anything, such as a freezing chamber, a cavern or a small cabin in the midst of a blizzard. The choice is up to you.
Comment around! Now your character has some company in this bone-chilling environment. The two of them share two things in common: clothes completely unfitting for this weather (be they summer clothes or even lingerie) and a blanket.
A blanket? Yes, just one warm blanket and no other ways to escape the cold. The two of them will have to share it in order to stay alive in this weather. Don't worry, you're sure to find a common language in this terrible situation!
So, uh, have fun, I suppose. Try to not freeze to death!
Protip: friction and body heat are both excellent ways to fend off cold.

Comments

[potensum]

[ when nero's happy, brad's happy. happy wife happy life except in a divorced kind of way. he reaches carefully for the flask, but instead draws his fingers over nero's knuckles - the flask is still right there, so there's plausible deniability for his intentions. ]

I have one of my favorites right here.

[ ...the alcohol also provides additional plausible deniability for his words. ]

[discrown]

( he flushes faintly, because he's nero, even if he tells himself too there's plausible deniability. he glances away, habitually. )

... You're just sayin' that.

[potensum]

Haha. Admit it, you're happy, too.

[ and because nero didn't push him away, he raises his hand slightly until he reaches nero's chin under the sheet, making him face him from a very close distance. ]

Y'know, no one would blame the cook for drunkenly falling prey to the big bad Northern wizard's charm.

[discrown]

( his flush deepens, and he regrets, almost, not pushing him away— especially when bradley forces their eyes to meet. he pushes at brad's chest, like he's threatening to kick him out into the freezing cold, but he doesn't have force in his touch (yet). )

Who's fallin' for who, huh? ( brad might just be messing around, but nero takes the bait easy, ) Is this what you were after when you came over?

[potensum]

[ don't push him away... he leans closer to brush his lips against his ear despite the distance nero's predictably trying to put between them. ]

Nah. This was just a good chance to share a drink with you in public, for once.

[ well, they're hiding, but still... ]

[discrown]

( ah, nnh, makes a sound, despite himself. brad is, unfortunately, turning him on, and he swallows. )

'n this is what sharing a drink looks like to you, huh? ( but if he weren't drunkenly into it, he'd have gotten out the cutlery. ) Knock it off— You're gettin' me all...

( hm. didn't mean to say that, but, )

[potensum]

[ oho? that's his cue to wrap an arm around his waist to make sure he can't move away, licking his ear while his fingers try to slowly slide under his shirt. ]

Hnn? Getting you all what? Hot and bothered?

[ or wet? either way, he wants to find out. ]

[discrown]

( ugh!! he should have pushed him away before!! shoving him much more forcibly this time, but not that violently because he feels the draft for a second where the blanket shifts and, ugh, oz's chill isn't worth no brad (possibly).

it's warm where brad touches him, which is the worst part— warmer still, thanks to the alcohol. he tries to grip the wrist pressing under his shirt with his free arm. )

Like hell I'd be turned on by you... This is just— 'm just a little tipsy, 's all...

[potensum]

[ grip or not, bradley doesn't stop. he can still slide his hand further up his shirt, all the way to his chest, where he settles comfortably to fondle him. nero's skin is the same as ever, exactly how bradley remembers it.

he raises the blanket with his free hand to cover both their heads, shifting his body slightly so he can find nero's mouth and kiss him, briefly. doesn't want to be murdered just yet but he knows even a little bit of alcohol gives nero the excuse he needs to go with it, so, he's counting on that!! ]

[discrown]

( unfortunately, he's always wanted this more than he'd ever let himself admit. before he can so much as protest brad's hand at his chest, brad's kissing him, and while there's one last effort to push him away— it dies mid-attempt, and he melts into it with an embarrassing sound, sinking into brad's hold.

obviously, he doesn't want this, and he'll kill brad for it later. but, as brad expects, nero's excuse for why he doesn't do it now is just a bleary if i weren't so tipsy i would, he'd be dead, before those thoughts, too, melt into heat. )

[potensum]

[ good, he was expecting nero to put up a little bit of a fight, but he knows that never lasts. the kiss is long and sweet, but he does break it eventually to avoid suspicion from the others - granted, his hand stays on his chest, though. that one was harder to get and he can hide it under the blanket anyway. ]

Bet you wish we were alone right now.